“John. ’ He gestured towards the fulminating general. " "Follow me, then," cried Thames, drawing his sword, and springing through the window. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Wood and Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them. He carried a small bag.
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